a/n- mucho thank yous to everyone who reviewed/alerted/fav authored me! You guys are like fuel to my muse! Dance monkey! Anyways, I was really touched and it just made me want to get this out faster...so the next chapter is here, and I do hope you enjoy it : ) Hasta luego!

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She tried his house first.

After fifteen minutes of banging on his front door and receiving no answer she decided he either was not answering or wasn't home. Looking at her watch she mentally slapped herself. He was at work. Of course.

She entered the CSI building looking for the man who had left her apartment over two hours before. She nodded at Nick who stared after her, slight confusion marring his brows. Sara stalked towards Grissom's office; she could see him sitting behind his desk reading a file. Without giving herself time to reconsider, she quickly entered his office and closed the door behind her.

Grissom stared up at her, surprise written across his face. Sara walked up to his desk, bracing her hands on it. Leaning forward she glared at him.

Sara Sidle was pissed.

"You cannot be fucking serious." She hissed.

"Excuse me?"

"Take me to court? Are you freaking serious?"

Grissom pulled off his glasses, sighing, "Yes … I mean, I don't want to. I'm not sure how to handle this Sara. I can't let you leave."

"So you decide the best way to make me stay is threaten to take me to court."

Grissom stared at her, anger set in his shoulders. "If it's what I have to do to make sure you and my child stay, then yes dammit."

Sara abruptly stepped back, her hands clenching and unclenching. "I really don't get you," she said softly, her hard eyes holding his gaze, "you said you didn't want to have a relationship with me because of our reputations…but now you're willing to say 'the hell with it' and let everyone know what happened?"

"You're having my baby." Grissom said simply, as though it explained everything.

Sara sat down in the chair facing his desk, taking a deep breath she stared at him. "This is…a lot to take in right now, Gris."

"No shit."

Without meaning to, she smiled. But it was gone so fast that if Grissom hadn't been studying her face he wouldn't have seen it.

"Okay." She sighed, appearing to slightly wilt, her adrenaline rush wearing off. "Okay, I won't be moving … at this moment. I am sorry for doubting how you would handle this … news."

Grissom raised an eyebrow, "You seem displeased."

"No, really I'm not. Don't get me wrong, this has been a huge shock for me. I really am glad you want to be a part of this." She smiled a bit ironically, "We both know what it's like to not grow up with the whole parent package, right? I really want the best for my kid."

"Our kid."

Sara stared at him a moment, somehow feeling her heart melt a little. "Right. Our child." She laughed awkwardly, shaking her head, "I cannot believe I'm actually here talking to you about this. This is totally surreal."

Grissom gave her a tender smile, "I think it's completely amazing. I never though that I'd…" He trailed off staring at her, his eyes slightly shiny, "Well, it's amazing."

Sara had to look away, emotion clogging her throat.

Grissom's beeped suddenly sounded, making Sara jump. Grissom cursed looking to see the display. He looked up at her apologetically.

"I have to …"

"Go. It's alright. I understand." She watched him stand and shrug into his jacket. "But we still have a lot to discuss, Gris."

Grissom nodded, "I know."

"Can you meet after shift for breakfast at the diner?"

"Sure."

Grissom walked to the door paused with his hand on the handle, then he walked back to his desk where Sara was standing. He hesitated briefly before raising his hand, lightly gliding his knuckles across her cheek bone. Sara stepped back.

"That," She said seriously, her heart beating in her ears, "is something we need to talk about."

Grissom stared at her mutely for a long moment before nodding slowly. With one last lingering glance he turned and left.

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"What?!"

Sara held the phone away from her ear, Catherine screech making her eardrum ring.

"Grissom confronted me, he knows Cath. He knew everything."

Catherine breathed heavily for a moment. Sara guessed the blonde was trying to find a secluded area to talk. Sara felt bad calling while Catherine was in the middle of a crime scene, but she knew the other CSI would've been angrier if she hadn't called. So called she had.

"Oh my god." Catherine finally said, her voice a hushed tone. "I never thought he'd … this is just … wow, Sara."

"I know."

"So what have you guys talked about, what've you decided… crap! Just tell me what's going on."

Sara twiddled her fingers around the telephone cord, "Well, he's not taking me to court for now."

"What?!" Catherine shouted again.

Sara sat back on her couch going through what happened since Grissom had entered her apartment earlier that evening; she left out the kiss deciding it was a bit too personal and she wasn't even sure how she herself felt about it yet.

Catherine was silent when Sara finished speaking. Sara stabbed a bite of chocolate cake. Delicious.

"Cath, you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm just still really surprised. But then again not so surprised. I mean, I've known Grissom for a long time. He's incredibly loyal; of course he wouldn't kick one of his own to the curb."

Sara chewed her lip, considering. "You think that's all what this is? Just loyalty?"

Catherine sighed, her voice full of pity, "Oh Sara."

Sara blinked back a rush of tears, she felt pathetic and stupid. "Listen Cath, I'd like to get some sleep before I meet with him. And I know you need to get back to your scene. We'll talk later, okay?"

Sara could almost see Catherine's eyes narrowing at the false cheer in her voice, "Fine. But we will talk later. Call me after you guys have breakfast."

Sara voiced the affirmative, and then hung up. Moving into the kitchen she dumped the leftover cake into the garbage … it suddenly wasn't so appealing anymore.

tbc